I took the last bag out the car and glanced up at my new house. Then I heard laughing which was weird. I hated when people stared. I just walked inside the house and up to the room I picked.
Ezra!
Yes Mom!
Did you call your dad !
No I'm doing homework !
Ezra you haven't even started school yet, just call you father and check up on the man!
Yes ma'am maybe later!
Now!I just hate calling, texting, talking to my sperm donor. He left my dad for a white woman. That's the pettiest shit ever. I'm not racist but the bitch ugly as fuck. It's not me so fuck it. He don't do nothing for me. I only saw him 20 times in my whole life. I always thought I wasn't good enough but it's not me it him. He stole all my shit then sold it for pocket money. He isn't a real man he's a boy. Let me get off this subject for I start crying.
I ran downstairs to see if the girl was coming but I guess not. As I make myself to my room my mom calls me again.
Ezy, a girl name Beauty is here
Coming
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The Bullied
Teen FictionThis book is about a boy that doesn't know what he wants in life and then he falls in love while someone just from a letter and he doesn't even know the girl.